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The Offering

... history, and only a few days remained in the month. Cameron’s excitement increased as she approached the camp. She could see the diggers moving about, clearing away debris from the workman’s village excavation that had led to the discovery of the tomb. Beyond a pair of tents, she could see the steps leading down into the earth, blocked by a stout, metal gate. Even the sight of Trent walking out to wave, a local at his side, couldn’t dull the euphoria she felt. “Welcome to the Valley of the Queens, Cameron. Your reputation precedes you,” the local said as she approached. “I am Abasi Hawass of the Supreme Council of Antiquities.” After a quick bow of his head, he added, “No relation,” indicating that he shared only a surname with the Secretary General of the Council. Cameron bowed her head and responded, “I’m pleased to be here, and honored that the Council would consider me to lead such an important excavation.” “Your staunch support of repatriation, knowledge, and discretion has not gone unnoticed. Please come, and I will brief you.” Cameron nodded and followed Abasi, keenly aware of the numerous heavily armed guards everywhere within eyesight. **** Ecstatic that every artifact removed from the tomb was still on site, stored in a plain tomb nearby with a fully functional lab, Cameron followed Abasi to the tomb itself. One of the guards unlocked the gate, and two of them immediately took up positions on either side, looking fully prepared to shoot anyone else who ...

... approached. Beyond the gate awaited a second door, this one designed to keep out the elements as much as possible. Once through that portal, Cameron saw the necessity of secrecy and security that Abasi had warned her about. As the pictures from Trent had illustrated, the painting was immaculate, often accentuated by reliefs adding detail to the images. Most of the tombs in the Valley of the Queens were virtually undecorated, and this alone marked this tomb as remarkable. What made the tomb unique was the unashamed theme of lesbianism in the paintings, and the intimate details of the women involved. “I should imagine that you can see why there is great interest in keeping news of this discovery from leaking to the press, even beyond the monetary,” Abasi said as he admired the paintings with Cameron. “Certainly. The historical significance of these paintings is tremendous. Has anyone translated the script?” “We have concentrated most of the work on removing the artifacts, in deference to the possibility of looting. We know that this tomb belongs to Emuishere, a servant and concubine to a powerful priestess of Bastet, Djeserit.” Cameron felt her cheeks warm when she realized that in examining a series of hieroglyphs as Abasi spoke, she appeared to be staring at the quite detailed painting of Emuishere’s sex next to the script. “We have, however, extensive photographic documentation of everything.” Cameron nodded in approval. “Good, that way I can work on the translations elsewhere until ...